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H'es pacing, back and forth, his boots click clacking aginst the wood , gloved hands held behind his back. His cape flutters with his movement, mysteriously.

It helps him, really, to try and figure all this out. Bloody creations.

Hellspawn, have at.

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"Soooo... what's with the weird mask-and-cape getup?"

Like Vash has any right to ask in his BRIGHT RED LONG COAT.

"It's my uniform."

He turns towards the man..and gapes.

"I'm, ah, a superhero."

There is much laughter. "Right! And I'm a priest!" Wolfwood wouldn't find that all that funny, but then again, he isn't here, is he?

Vash calms down, and realizes Tim was probably serious. "I... uh... I thought superheroes were just...y'know, stories."

Tim strikes a pose, then pulls off a tripple somersault up into the rafters, then drops, landing on one hand, before pushing himself back up into his resting pose.

"No, really."

He cocks his head.

"Aren't you a bounty hunter?"

Blink."I believe you now. Preeeeetty sure you're not pulling my leg."

At the mention of being a bounty hunter, Vash laughs again. "Noooot exactly. I usually tend to avoid bounty hunters--certainly more than I tend to associate with them, though I do know one." And he hasn't heard of me... what a relief!

"Who ARe you?"

"I'm Vash. What's your name?"

"The Human Stampede?"

It just slips out.

"Erm, I'm Jack."

Vash? Like, NO IDEA what he's talking about. REALLY.

No, the nervous laughter does not say otherwise.

"Ehehehe... Me? Never! But it's nice to meet you, Jack... where are you a superhero from?"

"London, England, a place called Earth."

A slight grin.

"Nah, you couldn't be him. The Human stampede is twice your size, and bulky, and he's got all these extra arms..."

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Sarah shadowed him for a moment before remarking cheerfully, "You sir, look like you could use some Easter Cheer." That said, she offered a chocolate bunny. It was wrapped in blue foil and had a rather large plastic daisy on a ribbon around its neck.

Caitlin smiles.

She hands over a small easter wrather with chocolate malt balls on it.

Hellspawn stares at the ladies, and a smile grows across his face.

"Well, ladies, if you stick around, let me grab you a drink or five, I'm sure I could be quite cheered up."

"Caitlin laugh and leans in to put a small kiss on his cheek.

"Have a happy Easter!"

She chuckles and grins at Sarah.

"Awwww."

Molly can see him pacing there, and simply watches from her table, wondering what it is that has him so irritated. It's not often that she sees him in full superheroing regalia, and wonders if he's coming in from work or going out to it this time.

Coming actually. And he thwaps his hand into his other hand, moving towards her.

"did you read it?"

She jumps at his sudden change in direction and the equally sudden question. But she knows what he's talking about.

"A bit. So your killer is collecting body parts to build a golem or something? How is it he's not leaving behind traces, then?"

"Because he is one."

Jack smacks his hands together again, talking it out.

"These creatures are dead already, so they leave nothing behind."

"..."

She's trying to keep up, really she is.

"A dead man - a golem - is trying to make another golem? Why? I thought they were just constructs...make to be a slave?"

A tap on the table.

"One rebelled. The Orignal Monster, because Victor was a dick. Why can't another? And, mor eimportant, how is Victor still alive?"